I don't exactly know when I ceased to embark on photography adventures. I used to delight like a small child with her first box of crayons whenever I'd greet the world with a click of the shutter.
Photography has always been easy to love because it was something I didn't have to feel pressured with. I suppose as part of visual artistry, the transition of creating pieces from imagination to wanting to capture the essence of something as viewed in the material world has always been a natural one.
So yeah, was truly & sincerely passionate about capturing moments, colors, and everything that fascinated me in my surroundings - to hell with whatever anyone thought. But then I stopped. Schedules became too tight, I became too busy, suddenly it was imperative to trade in recreational trifles with efficient ready-to-go procedures, and ultimately, I was too burned out with a whole lot of stuff to entertain photography in my daily routine. Eventually when the stress eased out and the quiet pleasures of everyday began to seep in again, I realized I felt robbed of this magic. I have since, for some time now, been struggling to get it back.
Having explained my predicament to my good friend Sandee ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
sandee725, we arranged a little impromptu hang-out shoot around the state university's campus to exercise my rusted out photographer instincts.
( Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma chameleoooon. You come and go, you come and go )
Current Location: |
UP Diliman |
Current Music: |
Sæglópur ^ Sigur Rós |
